The Memphis appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1886-1890, 1887-01-30
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Extracts from James Russell Lo,oelPs poem,
under the dbove title, IN February Aidntio.
What was snow bearded 0din, trow,
The mighty hunter long ago,
Whose horn ana hounds the peasant hears
Still when the Northlights shake their
spears2
Science has answers twain, I've heard;
Choose which you will, nor hope third;
Whichever box the truth be slowed In,
There's not silver lett Of 0din..
Either he was n pinch browed thing,
With scarcely wit stone to ding,
A creature both in size and shape,
Nearer than We are to the ape,
Who hung sublime with br / and spouse
BY tail prehensile from tho boughs,
And, happier than his aimed descendants
The culture curtailed indepen dents,
Could pluck his cherries with both paws,
And stuff with both his big boned jaws
Or else the core his name enveloped
Was from solar myth developed,
Which, hunted to its primal shoot,
Takes refuge In Sapscrit root,
Thereby to instant death explaining
The little poetry remaining.
Try IL with Zeu', lis just the samo;
The thing eyades; VIC hug name;
Nay, scarcely that-perhaps vapor
Born Of some atmospheric oapsr.
All Lempriere's tables blur together
In cloudy symbols of the weather,
And Apbrodite rose from trothy seas
But to illustrate such hypothesis.
With years enough behind his back,
Lincoln will take the selfsame track,
And prove, hulled fairly TO the cob,
A mere vagary of Old Prob;
Give tho right man solar myth,
And he'll cOppfute the sun sheresith.
Our dear and admirable Huxley
Cannot explain 10 me why ducks lay,
Or, rather, how into their eggs
Blunder potential wings and less
With will to move them aud decide
Whether in al, or lynn oh to glide,
Who gets hairs breadth on my showing
Farther and farther back we push
From Moses and his burning bush;
Cry, "Art thou thereP' Above, below.
All nature mutters ye and mol
IT'S the old answer; we're agreed
Being from being must proceed,
Life be lifs's source. might as we'll
Obey the meeting houses bell,
And listen while Old Hundred pours
Forth through the sur per opened doors,
From old and young. hear II yet,
Swelled by bass viol and clarinet,
While the gray minister, with face
Radiant, let loose his noble bass.
If heaven II reached not, yet its roll
Walked all the echoes of the soul,
And in II many n life found wings
To soar away from sordid things.
Church gone and singers, too, the song
Sings to me vOiceless all night long,
Till my soul beckons me afar,
GLOWING and trembling ltke star.
Will any scientific touch
With my worn strings achieve as muchf
This Is consoling, but, alas,
II wipes no dimness from the glass
Where am fattening my poor nose,
In hopes to sec beyond my toes.
Though | accept my pedigree,
Yet where, pray tell me, is the key
That should unlock a private door
To the great mystery, such no mOre2
Each offers his, but one nor all
Are much persuasive with the wall
That rises now, as long ago,
Between wonder and know,
Nor will vouchsafs q PIN hole peep
At the yelled Isis in its keep.
Where is no door, but produce
My KEY to find IL Of no use.
Yet better keep II, after all,
Since natures economical,
And who can tell but some fine day
llf it occur to htrl the may,
In her good will TO you and me,
Make door and lock 10 match the key2